I remember the time when I was still a teenager; I felt that everything that I did was under the guidelines of my parents’ strict rules. The feeling of helplessness was always felt in every decision that I made. It seemed that I had to obey by the rules because I had to repay the hard work that my parents had to endure to put me through school and by providing the essentials of growing up. Like “mom” in the short story “Mercedes Benz 220 SL” by Rosario Ferre, I felt that my teenage experience was like an imprisonment that lasted as long as I remember.
In the short story “Mercedes Benz 220 SL” by Rosario Ferre the character of “Mom” is married to a materialistic and possessive husband known as “Dad.” She had nothing to look forward to before she got married and in a sense she had nothing. She had little influence in the community. One Sunday evening while the couple was out for a cruise in their German made car, close to home they encountered an accident that would leave wounds and guilt that was deep enough to replay the wounds that was left by her son.
Mom was the type of wife that would put her husband on a pallet and support them like the rigid structure of the Mercedes 220 SL in the story. She is imprisoned under her own will. It seemed incoherent at first but knowing where she came from and what she has right now it is well worth the imprisonment and mental constraints that came with marriage. Mom knew what kind of relationship she was in all along. “it’s always been like this, since we got married twenty years ago he buys me everything, he’s a good provider, but always the same deafness, I’m always at his side and always alone, eating alone, sleeping alone, once I looked at myself in the mirror, I opened my mouth, touched my palate with my finger to see if any sound came out, testing, one, two, three, my mouth formed the words for things, wood and hair, eye and lip, checking, the flow of breat